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[aimedforthemoon]

It is hours later.

Esfir, eyes red and fingers stained with newspaper ink, had finally come downstairs and headed straight for the Bar. Even if she hadn't finished reading, and she hadn't, she needed a drink. She needed to drink enough to forget the words and front page pictures swimming in her brain.

Not long after, she gained some company in the form of Irina Spalko.

This fact is now very, very audible. As the joke goes, one Russian is a drunk, two is a party, and you can't have a party without singing.

Even if it is currently...well...

"Soyuz Nerushimyy Respublik svobodnykh
Splotila naveki Velikaya Rus'.
Da zdravstvuet sozdannyy voley narodov
Edinyy, moguchiy Sovetskiy Soyuz!"

The anthem of the Soviet Union.

(on the other hand, what did you expect from two members of the Soviet millitary, drunk and cut off from home?)

[ooc: two muns, two pups, feel free to have at!]

tiny!tag: irina spalko, the russian astronaut

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[iron-irina.livejournal.com]

Possibly, Irina will not particularly want to remember this occasion once she is sober.

"Slav'sya otechestvo nashe svobodnoe,
Druzhby narodov nadyozhnyy oplot!
Partiya Lenina - sila narodnaya
Nas k torzhestvu kommunizma vedyot!"

But for now, patriotism (and vodka) rules.

[aimedforthemoon]

"Skvoz' grozy siyalo nam solntse svobody,
I Lenin velikiy nam put' ozaril:
Na pravoe delo on podnyal narody,
Na trud i na...na...

[What comes next?]"

[iron-irina.livejournal.com]

"Na trud i na.. Na trud i na podvigi nas vdokhnovil!"

(A revelation celebrated with another shot of vodka.)

[aimedforthemoon]

Esfir beams at her.

"Slav'sya otechestvo nashe svobodnoe,
Druzhby narodov nadyozhnyy oplot!
Partiya Lenina - sila narodnaya
Nas k torzhestvu kommunizma vedyot!"

[iron-irina.livejournal.com]

"V pobede bessmertnykh idey kommunizma
My vidim gryadushchee nashey strany --"

Pause.

Shot.

"I krasnomu znameni slavnoy Otchizny
Mi budem vsegda bezzavetno verny!"

[aimedforthemoon]

And then, singing the chorus together very out of sync,

"Slav'sya otechestvo nashe svobodnoe,
Druzhby narodov nadyozhnyy oplot!
Partiya Lenina - sila narodnaya
Nas k torzhestvu kommunizma vedyot!"

[iron-irina.livejournal.com]

Ending the song is further cause for celebration, here with Irina letting out a very bright laugh and raising her shotglass.

"[To the Fatherland!]"

[aimedforthemoon]

"[To the Fatherland!]" She raises her glass and tosses the vodka back.

She misses the bar when attempting to put the glass back on the Bar, has the grace to go 'oops' and starts to giggle.

[iron-irina.livejournal.com]

Irina doesn't miss the countertop, but starts laughing as well, one hand going to her stomach in an effort to control her breathing.

"[You alright?]" she asks, between giggles.

[rt-5478.livejournal.com]

One Russian is a drunk. Two Russians is a party. Two Russians and a gerbil is...?

"{Are you two quite well?}" asks the small rodent watching from atop the Bar.

[aimedforthemoon]

The shorter one (and at 4'10, she really is a lot shorter than her comrade), pauses in her singing. Well, pauses, is thrown off her mental track, same thing.

Gravely, "[Yes.]"

[iron-irina.livejournal.com]

Irina gets about one word further before noticing Artie.

"[Perfectly,]" she replies, not entirely convincingly.

Obviously, both are telling the truth, and nothing but the truth.

[rt-5478.livejournal.com]

"...{Well, all right, if you say so.}"

The skeptical look hasn't left his face, though.

"{Are you new here? I don't recall meeting anyone who speaks Russian.}"

[aimedforthemoon]

"[We are everyhere. And...and good at sneaking.]"

[iron-irina.livejournal.com]

"[Stealth-- stealth training. And we speak English.]"

Briefly, Irina glances over at Esfir.

"[Very good English.]"

[rt-5478.livejournal.com]

"Sneaking. Right. And the persistent smell of vodka doesn't give you away one bit."

[aimedforthemoon]

Serenely, "Everyone is...allow-ed lapse. Just...just human."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

The tune sounded vaguely familiar, but more likely from Hunt for Red October than history really since the Cold War was finishing as he finished high school, and joined the Navy a few years later.

The drunken women singing did garner some attention since well, they both looked good.

"What's the occasion?" He called over to the pair.

[aimedforthemoon]

Esfir grins at him.

"It...it is a long story. And then there was vodka."

[iron-irina.livejournal.com]

"I only arrived for the latter half," Irina admits, resting her elbows on the bar.

"Not that I'm complaining."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"Figured it had to involve vodka in there somewhere," he grinned. Met a few Russians in his travels, and starting to understand as he caught the accents.

[aimedforthemoon]

Brightly,

"You could join!"

[iron-irina.livejournal.com]

With Irina, it is never so much a suggestion as an outright command, and so:

"Come on. Your first round on me."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

It's been a while, and he should be leery since he'd be sort of falling off the wagon again...

Oh what the hell? Two beautiful women give a suggestion to drink, you drink.

"Thanks," he immediately sat down on a stool right next to them.

[aimedforthemoon]

"Our pleasure." Beat. "Name, comrade?"